The library session with Jace lingered in my head longer than I wanted it to.
He wasn't just cold and distant anymore — he was… complicated. Like a puzzle I couldn't help but want to solve.
He barely spoke for the rest of the week, but every time I looked up, I caught him watching me. Not in a creepy way. More like he was searching for something. Or maybe hiding something.
Either way, it was messing with my head.
Friday afternoon, I stopped by my locker to grab a book before heading home. I wasn't expecting anything unusual.
Until I saw it.
A folded piece of paper sticking out from the vents of my locker door.
I looked around. No one was paying attention. Slowly, I pulled it free and opened it.
Just one sentence, written in neat, slanted handwriting:
"He's not who you think. Neither are you."
No name. No signature.
My heart skipped. I read it again, trying to make sense of the words — and the strange chill crawling down my spine.
Who wrote it?
Who knew something about me that I didn't?
And more importantly…
What did they know about Jace?
I stuffed the note into my pocket and left school with my mind racing. By the time I got home, my chest felt tight with questions I couldn't shake.
I went straight to my room and pulled the photo out again. My mom and Tyler Carter, smiling like they were best friends — or more.
But Mom said she didn't know him.
She lied.
And the only person who might have answers?
Was the one person who told me to stay away.
Jace.